a song for a screenplay i'm going to write

[yes_i_am]

I can't give you a ride nowhere
Less you decide to pay my fare
got a leaky transmission and broken door
that i wired to stay shut with some bungie chords
i got a smell in the rug
not to mention the bugs
crawlin around
to drink up my spilled big chug
i got a broken tapedeck
it's a pain in the neck
and i'm runnin out of gas
so some cash i expect

so i can
roll out!
roll out to the streets
to honk at senior citizens and scream to my peeps
i'm gonna
roll out!
roll out to E.C.
where rich ass mother fuckers just be eyein at me

i won't take the time to hear you whine
and hear you ain't got no mo' dimes
i know you got a buck or a quarter or two
if you don't, i ain't given no fuckin ride to you
you got a cup in your palm
still lookin real warm
don't tell me you got it
with some cash from your mom
you is rich as shit
so don't give me your lip
i don't gotta sit around
and put up with this

now i can
roll out!
roll out to the streets
to honk at senior citizens and scream to my peeps
i'm gonna
roll out!
roll out to E.C.
where rich ass mother fuckers just be eyein at me

it's easily identified
nobody can help but to recognize
it's a plymoth '94 with a scratch down the side
you see the surfer stripes? thats how you tell that it's mine
though i, must confess
it's been under duress
my bad driving
is what made it this mess
but i suppose
that as long as it goes
it's my baby
and so everyone knows

that i'm-a
roll out!
roll out to the streets
to honk at senior citizens and scream to my peeps
i'm gonna
roll out!
roll out to E.C.
where rich ass mother fuckers just be eyein at me